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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 9:57 am
Camelot was in a bad mood.
He was finally beginning to understand why Nate was in trouble so often. Of course, he had no idea that his son was also the Senshi of Danger, and had other ways of blowing off steam that were likewise violent and reckless, but still. He knew enough of his civilian life to see that Nate was very often looking for a fight.
Camelot was feeling that way now.
But what good was that? For anyone. He would get himself hurt or killed, just because he was in a bad mood, or wanted a little revenge for his wounded pride? Sure, a nega had beaten him up and he'd deserved it. Why was that so hard to not only admit, but accept?
Pride. he thought he had grown out of that one, at least the foolish kind, but it seemed he was still just as weak to its call as anyone else. He was a fool, pretending his age and experience put him apart in any way. He was just like every other fighter in this war. Trying to find his place.
Well. In the scheme of things. Right now, he was just trying to find a way to clear his head. He was walking along the small lake in the park, powered up and lost in thought.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 12:38 pm
Nickeline was in a great mood.
She was far from understanding the god damn English or even American ways but that didn't need to get in her way of having fun. As frustrating as the whole situation was, it was really rather easy to blow off steam. Senshi had youma, and she had the whole god damn city to toy with. It didn't matter who, any any power signature set off a red flag in the corrupt senshi's head that screamed party time.
She waited on the prime city grounds: the park. In particularly she was standing nearby a small lake in the park, her hair even dipping into it slightly as if she was fishing. Oh, she was definitely fishing for something and she had just about caught something big on her hook. It was approaching her and she could feel it in the back of her head. She hadn't ever met a knight, squire of even page before but the Spider-Man tingle set itself off just the same.
Her eyes settled on him and she found herself mildly surprised. He was older by far than most of the people she had felt with this kind of signature and sort of threw her off for a moment. It didn't seem to matter, and a smile linger on her face, almost in quite a friendly way. Her senshi outfit was apparent but was he familiar with corrupt senshi?
"Sup old boy," she said with a very mischievous grin spreading across her face. Come, come into her web.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:25 am
The knight regarded the corrupt senshi with a sad look, tilting his head as he looked her over. She was yet another once good being that had been corrupted by Chaos and evil.
It seemed like an ever increasing fate.
He had to find a way to stop the spread. It was like a disease. It needed to be stemmed, to be resisted. It needed a cure. But how could he find one? Where? He was not sure, but then, if he knew those things he would be able to stop the war singlehandedly.
Life was not so easy as that.
He gripped his shield on instinct as the Chaos in the air made his hair stand on edge. He did not have much luck with corrupt senshi, much less with those other ones, but he had more patience for them, more understanding, than he could offer Negaverse soldiers at the moment. So he held himself, though his nerves were burning for action.
"Not much, little girl," he replied, emphasizing little since she was calling him old. He had only just turned 40! And he did not like being reminded of that, in any way. It made his blood boil, and his temper rise. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 7:23 pm
Even when Nickeline could understand the person it was hard to insult her so Camelot's bad mood simply bounced right off her. She didn't appreciate the depressing s**t face he had on though, looking at her like he was pitying her. She was young, beautiful and not on her death bed unlike some people here. How dare he look at her like that? She was above him, she should be looking at him with pity. He was probably some lame librarian or something, a man at the end of his career because of the world's technology that he probably couldn't even use.
He had to be joking if he thought she was a good being that had been corrupted by Chaos and evil though. She wasn't evil, she was simply having a good time and finding where the winner's circle was. She had power, and she was far from deserving such a look from someone like him. Someone who cowered behind his shield. Her eyes were on him, light grey irises widening as her eyes narrowed with a hint of silver.
"Yours is," she replied simply, a smile on her face. "Weak need sleep like weak need shield."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:18 pm
Camelot watched her, frowning. He twitched, feeling his temper, the one he was fighting so hard to try and avoid, to master when he had thought he'd mastered it ages ago, rising. He was itching for a fight, in a way he hated. He had loved when he was younger, but now was not the time for it.
He was too old for this s**t.
"Small child go home," he said, teasing her speech pattern. He winced and looked immediately apologetic, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I'm tired. I do not want to fight you, young lady. Just go home. Power down somewhere safe and go home. Please."
He didn't think she could speak very good English, but he talked slowly and he held up his hands in a gesture of peace. Yet even as he did so, the gem in his shield thrummed, the dragon's eye glowing green. Battle always seemed to awaken it.
But he had no intention of using it on her. Or at least, that's what he told himself.
"This shield does not make me weak. It makes me very very strong. I do not want to hurt you. But I am capable of it."
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:52 pm
Blah blah blah blah.
This old man was really starting to get on her nerves. He was treating her just how she hated being treated and it wasn't going over on her very well. Her expression twisted and her eyes shot him a very unpleasant look. She didn't want to talk, she didn't want to talk with this old b*****d. She didn't want to listen to him period. Warriors didn't prove their strength with words, they used their ability!
"Shut up," she said bitterly, her lips lingering open in a small o shape as she drew pause. The time for talking was over and she was making sure he wasn't going to have a lot more to say. Her sights on him, her target was very clear. He wasn't blocking this, and the shield he thought would make him strong would only become a burden as he struggled for air. "Breathless," she whispered, her accent hanging heavy on the foreign word. Twenty seconds of peace, at least in the verbal sense.
His breath stolen, Nickeline flew at him with her fists.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:30 pm
Camelot had been told to shut up a lot.
A lot.
But he had never had anyone actually, physically stop his talking before. For a moment he did not realize what had happened. He had not heard her call her attack, and he supposed he was still not as used to fighting senshi as he should have been. There were many dark ones, and they certainly liked to fight him, but the idea of a magic attack instead of a weapon still caught him off guard.
He didn't really have too much time to react. While he struggled against the magic he had to try and get out of the way of her trying to punch him. He failed in that. She managed to smash him in the face, and he stumbled to the side. He managed to draw a breath at least, and he brought his shield up in his defense immediately. He swung at her in the same motion, using his shield as a weapon as well.
"Damn it!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:12 pm
Landing a punch square on another person's face brought great joy to the corrupt senshi. She was quickly building a list of people she's punched in the face and Camelot was now number three in a very strange list including senshi, knights and even her own Negaverse faction. Her fist burned from the impact and the tingling sensation drove straight up the senshi's arm, a smile appearing on her face. Oh, that felt great.
The shield was not something she fought with very often but she was at least versed enough in combat to know you don't punch one so instead she went for the old man's legs before being hit quite hard by the swinging of his shield. It pushed her back and the corrupt senshi stumbled onto the ground, her fists digging into the ground as she cried a rather awful sound. It hit had opened a rather unpleasant wound along her arm when she tried to block the attack and it stung something ********!" She cursed, not having much else to say that would even be understood as English by the knight. Thank goodness for curse words, so easy to learn.
Flesh wound or not, a fire swelled inside of the corrupt senshi. A burning rage that wouldn't be satisfied by a simple punch in the face. She bit her lip as her face twisted unpleasantly and then she attacked him again, this time throwing the dirt she had picked up her in hands right toward his eyes. She hoped the dirt got nice and cozy in there and she hoped it stung as bad as her arm did, aiming to strike him the moment he flinched. If he raised his shield to guard his sight then she would go for his legs and if he didn't then she was punching the ******** in the face again. Who knows, maybe she'd get lucky she'd break his nose.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 12:01 pm
Camelot had to straighten himself up quickly after the hit. He felt his shield connect, which bought him some time He just needed to get his bearings.
It had been a while since he fought someone just starting out. He had never really noticed the difference in power between their levels before, but he had been able to take that punch pretty well. It was likely simply due to his experience over hers.
So being a Knight was handy for fights with possibly newly corrupted senshi. That did not comfort him too much. In fact, it made him feel like a bully.
"Out of all our words, that's the one you know?" he said, sounding surprised by her language. The dirt in his eyes distracted him, but he knew that it was meant to. He lifted his shield to defend himself, not using the magic his status as a Knight had granted him, and not using his crystal.
"Calm down, calm down! I don't want to fight! I'm sorry!" What was he doing, picking on this senshi? He was supposed to be fighting for a way to purify them, to do away with Chaos and to bring peace to the planet. For those that wanted to stay, anyway. Meaningless brawls with strangers were not going to help him do that.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 11:45 pm
Yes, out of all the words she could know she knows that one. There were more where that came from too. She knew words like b***h, a**, d**k, p***y, b*****d, whore, slut... and so forth. It wasn't hard to see that this wasn't exactly going to turn out to be a pretty picture. All of the English words she knew best were the ones that weren't exactly dinner table language. They were perfect for a good fight though, almost essential!
What was also essential to a good fight? Someone willing. Camelot was not willing and Nickeline began to sense it more and more. He was simply defending himself now, he'd lost interest. It pissed her off. If he didn't want to fight her then he better knock her down for the count or ******** run away because Nickeline didn't back away, especially not when she was up. He may have been a stronger rank, but as far as fighting when Nickeline seen him as nothing more than an ant to step on.
"Fight!" She hollered at him. He didn't want to fight but she did. She had things to prove, and people to please. Those people were mostly her but if she could kill two birds with one stone then she'd be down with playing the game. Of course, the game was hard to play when the other player was practically refusing to.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:45 am
Camelot had always felt the Negaverse did not understand the White Moon, and many of his Chaos enemies could never understand him, but this was a little ridiculous. He felt like he was in a comedy film, and all his hand waving and careful efforts to explain himself would just end up hilariously misunderstood.
Or maybe not so hilariously.
Still, her power was nothing compared to his, and he had little to worry about as she attacked him. He swung his shield at her mostly out of defense, maybe to knock her back and away, though he felt his anger behind the swing and it moved with a bit too much power, with a bit too much speed.
He was aiming for her front, the shield large and curved, long, so it could easily hit a few places. Her face was most likely, especially if she had moved while he did to close the distance between them.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 11:30 pm
He aimed for her front and her front is exactly where he hit. There was a loud crack from when the shield made contact with the corrupt senshi's face followed by a cry of sudden shock and pain. The pressure from his swing pushed the corrupt senshi back entirely by her face first, knocking her backwards entirely. She hit the ground below her with a thunk, a nasty gash showing visibly across her forehead where the brunt of the shield's force had hit her.
A soft, exasperated moan slipped from the body on the ground. The corrupt senshi of breath didn't move, her eyes closed and breath heavy. The blow from the shield had done a number to her, and as she slowly tried to push herself up off the ground it became apparent that the energy she had definitely deteriorated. She struggled to get up, her eyes opening to a world that tilted and spun around her. It would be a couple moments before she came entirely to her senses, leaving a good opportunity for another strike or a good chance to flee.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 1:51 am
Camelot. Felt. Horrible.
Not only had he just hit a woman in the face, it was a base level senshi, someone two ranks below him, and just a kid as far as he was concerned! And he had smashed her in the face and made her bleed.
He was the worst knight in the history of all things chivalrous and good.
He was terrible.
What was he thinking, fighting like this? He stumbled back and stared at her as she crumpled to the ground, shaking his head. He wanted to say he was sorry, that he had not meant to do it, but how then did it happen? Of course he had meant to do it, it would not have been a war, a battle, an attack, otherwise.
"Forgive me," he said, as he backed up. It was cowardly, to leave her there, and at least his better judgment told him not to just abandon her. He picked her up and moved her carefully to the shadows, hoping one of her own would come and find her, and no one else would come fight her. He tore fabric from his armor and held it to the wound for a moment, but he had to leave.
He managed a kind of lame bandage before he backed up, looking impossibly guilty and yet not half so much as he felt, and then hurried off.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 9:58 am
Nickeline's eyes shot open with a sure sign of panic, frustration and confusion. She was suddenly alone and in the darkness, without an idea of what had happened. She remembered fighting someone, a knight, and then she felt it: the pounding pain in her head. She groaned unpleasantly, her hand raising to her head in a manner of desire that attempted to soothe the pain. She felt some sort of cloth acting as a bandage and that only lead to another sense of confusion. The ******** had just happened? Who bandaged their enemy up and ran away?
Not to say she didn't appreciate not having her a** kicked while unable to defend herself but she didn't understand it. She might have considered it once upon the time but lately it was something of the past. You didn't help the enemy, you didn't put your own in danger with such traitorous actions. That was how it went with the Negaverse, right? She didn't understand this knight, perhaps even more so than he could not understand her for more literal reasons. Either way, she stood up off the ground with a struggle. She didn't expect anyone to come help her, and she certainly would prefer no one seen her like this.
What a mess. She considered going to the hospital for a moment before realizing that the school would have to be notified and then through them her parents. Her mother would kill her if she found out she was getting into fights in America and frankly Nickeline would rather take her chances. It was just a small injury, yeah. She was tough, something a cowardly knight could deliver her surely didn't require a hospital visit... yeah. She convinced herself she'd be fine, and then after she deemed it safe to leave she headed home.
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